Page 63 of Chasing Storm
I let out a moan as the warmth of my orgasm builds within me. My whole body tenses as the pleasure overwhelms me. My muscles contract, and my breathing is ragged. I let out an exclamation as the intense pleasure of my orgasm washes over me. I spurt out my cum all over the sheets, but I don’t give a shit. I’ll take care of it later. My body shudders as the sensation subsides all too quickly. I lie there for a second, allowing myself to take in the moment, my breathing gradually slowing, until I finally drift off to sleep, my body still humming with pleasure to dream about Storm and all the things I can’t wait to experience with her.
* * *
I groggily open my eyes, struggling to make sense of the faint knocking on the bedroom door. I ignore it, but the sound persists. Glancing at the clock, I groan when I see the time. 6AM. Why? I’ve been asleep for about two hours.
“What?” I call out, beyond irritated.
The door opens and a cautious head pokes around.
“Josh,” I growl. “What do you want?”
He looks dishevelled, his hair sticking up in places, but there was no mistaking his presence.
“Hey,” he says. “JP is waiting for us in the kitchen. We have a problem.”
“What's wrong?” My stomach flips at the anxiousness of his tone.
Josh sighs. “JP and Storm had a… disagreement last night.”
I groan and bury my face in my hands. Of course. Of course they fucking did. He told her about the trust, and she threw a shitfit, and now we’ve lost her. “Fuck’s sake. We need to fix this.”
“It’s a bit worse than that,” Josh mutters. “It was Chris who told her.”
It takes a moment for that to sink in.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me?”
“Nope.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I roar and fling the sheets back, only remembering then about coming all over them—tough shit. I’ll clean them up later. Right now, this is so dire, I feel ill.
Josh nods. “Yeah.”
“All right. Let's go.”
I get dressed quickly and follow Josh to the kitchen, where JP is already waiting. He is pacing back and forth, his face pale and tight with worry.
JP stops pacing when he sees us. “Storm found out about the trust fund agreement,” he says. “To say she’s not happy is a vast understatement.”
“And why didn’tyoutell her? Why was it your dad?”
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “When I took her home, we had sex. Amazing fucking sex that was off the charts hot and sensual. I was going to tell her. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but she sidetracked me with her body and come-on. I’m weak, and I needed her, so I told myself I’d mention it later.”
“And later never came.”
“Or it did,” Josh interrupts. “But from Chris.”
“That fucking prick,” JP growls. “He was lying in wait. And by the way, I fired the fucking housekeeper.”
“Why?” I ask, momentarily distracted.
“She was the one who let him in while no one was here. What the fuck?”
Rolling my eyes so hard, I give myself a headache.
“Fuck this shit. We need to go over there,” he says.
“Why didn’t you already?” I ask, pouring out some much-needed coffee.
